My stepdad's sister had a nice apartment with a pool. We had moved back to AZ and the summers were brutal. I looked forward to anywhere where I could enter the water.
She had 3 kids. Two older than me, and one closer to my age. He had to finish his homework before going out to swim, and I was offered to take part in doing some matching and seeking pages. Things like Word Find or Matching 3 In a Row were super easy to me. I didn't realize until many years later that the onslaught of my stepdad's abuse, especially repeatedly scaring, surprising, and punishing me, gave me some super human reflexes along with the PTSD.
As I laid on the floor next to my step cousin, and finished the pages with lightening speed...my cousin brought this to my Aunt's attention. Then it piqued my Mother's interest enough, that she came over to see. She began to bring attention to it as...